Niall Horan Imagines

The Rain

Something people of the present day never understood was the plain deeming of how the London rain feels, cool and wet on your warm face, as you walk on the breezy streets. It's the pleasure of feeling the water seep into your shoes, making your feet wet, giving you a break from the post summer heat, that is never taken in consideration, just everyone's faces buried into blue light, and annoyance towards anything beautiful like this.

You couldn't say that you liked it either, however, maybe you would have changed your mind if you had an umbrella, or a raincoat that would prevent you from the devilish monsoon seeming rain, that drenched you from head to toe.

Someone clears their throat behind you, which you ignore, in no mood for small talk. Your only wish at the moment was to go back to your warm house and away from the thunder and cold air.

Of course, there's a supposed thing called stubbornness, which was being perfectly displayed by this person behind you, who decided it would be better to pester you further.

You turn around finally, a glare present on your wet face, the rain drops falling smoothly from your forehead to nose and to chin. You didn't expect to see a young  boy, roughly about your age holding an umbrella, which you wanted to steal and run. You were thinking, maybe some of those perverted senior citizens, who always thought it was amazing to walk alone in the rain and target young women.

"I see," you told him, frowning, "You just want to look at me getting drenched in this horrible weather? Well, here I am? Are you satisfied or do you have any other business to state?"

"Actually, I just wanted to offer my umbrella, however, obviously I'm not welcome near you," he smirked, which peeved you off into tomorrow. How could someone possibly be as cocky and annoying? Or was it just the weather making you think negatively?

"Well, I don't need it anyways," you said, huffing and turning back towards the street for a taxi or some sort of dry transportation. You doubted anyone would give you a ride however. Maybe you should've taken the boys offer.

"C'mon now, I was joking," his accent rings out again, making you turn towards him again, "My car is just a few blocks from here, we can walk with my umbrella. You look like you're freezing, c'mere" he says gesturing to himself.

You roll your eyes at him, deciding a little interrogation would be more suitable, "What if you're an axe-killer? I just met you, I wouldn't know,"

He laughs at your remark, quite brightly despite the gloomy and tedious weather. It did, however, spread an unknown warmth through you.

"I'm Niall, not Augustus, not that he was an axe killer either," Niall says to you, arms still open.

You smile again, a little because your pissy mood was still lingering, knowing he understood where you got your 'axe-killer' reference from.

"Come on now, don't leave me hanging," he says opening one arm and holding on to the umbrella with the other.

You carefully take a slow and small step towards him, trying to decide in your head if you had made a good decision.

Eventually, your cold and wet body stepped into his embrace and he held you with one arm., the other holding the umbrella over the both of you.

He didn't seem to mind the cold, and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Let's go to my car?" Niall asks, "It'll be warmer,"

You don't know why you agree. It could've been how warm he felt, and how your senses overtook you, keying you follow your gut instead of brain. Maybe in the blur of the moment, you decided it was for the best or maybe because you just wanted his presence around.

Briskly, you both walked down the street, without realizing that was the best decision you'd ever made.

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Edited - 8th April 2016